( The gesture is appreciated, and helps tamp down some of that strangled alarm in the sorcerer’s demeanour. To be polite, Strange moves closer and then perches on the nearest garden bench, leaning forward. Physically lowering himself a little so it’s easier to look at Tav and not just loom over him, without having to actually hunker down in a crouch. (Have some mercy on the knees.) )

Well, good. Is there…

( There’s a pause. )

It sounds like you already have an arrangement with the Captain, but I’m the Head Healer, as mentioned. Is there anything you need in this regard? Medically?